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I laid down on my bed after doing my homework and tried not to think about the mysterious guy but it's like he has already occupied a compartment in my mind. I touched my forehead where I could still feel his lips. It was the moment when I felt tingles and my whole body was on fire. I don't know who he was. Hell, I didn't even know if he really is real or if it's just I'm going crazy but whatever it is, he……feels……right. Like he was meant to be there in the bathroom that day, to be there on the bench beside me. I smiled to myself and thought about all those things I have told him and how for the first time in my life I have trusted someone without even knowing who that someone is. But it did

Hormones started to get high. Lisa closed the space between their lips. Jennie gave in and kissed the latter back. the kiss heated as Lisa's tongue entered Jennie's mouth. Making the little bunny moan. Lisa's hand entered Jennie's shirt caressing Jennie's milky white stomach, it made the bunny surprised and get back to her senses. Jennie pushed Lisa, enough to not feel each other's bodies anymore. " I- 'll... I'm going to rest" Jennie said and can't even look directly at the eyes of Lisa.

But no ledger. Damn it. I pivoted to the shelves next, scanning quickly. The books were arranged neatly, except— There. A thick, black leather-bound book sat slightly out of place, its spine worn from use. My fingers curled around it, and I flipped it open, my eyes skimming over the pages. Names. Transactions. Locations. Everything Adriano wanted. Got it. Relief flooded my chest, but I didn’t have time to savor it. Just as I turned to leave, I heard footsteps.

The feeling of substantial rapture I have begun to feel for Lawrence- I am loving it. ‘What is love? I don't know, but what I have begun to feel for Lawrence in just a brief time is something more significant and memorable.’ Lawrence POV:- I couldn't believe I kissed her. I felt her sweet rosy lips upon mine. I touched her. I felt tenderness emerging from her. Nothing can explain my exhilaration. My content is beyond any word. “Oh Lord, Oh Lord.” I laughed, stretching my hands out. I want to lose myself in her and I did. I touched her. I treasured that feeling of affection and love I feel for her. The sentiment of being intrigued by my inexplicable feeling.

Writer " You light up my world," Andrew heard that particular voice he has somewhat become familiar with in this dark place say to him. He couldn't understand why that sentence felt so familiar to him. He had been in this dark place for far too long, and every time he heard them speak with him, this person's voice, in particular, made him happy and sad at the same time.

FEBRUARY, 23, 2018. DARK MOON PACK. (ORLA'S POV) I hissed for the third time in a row, flipping the book I was reading on the bed. It had begun as a mere foreboding, but as time crawled by, I couldn't help but feel that heavy weight on my chest. It was so thick that I felt I could touch it. That feeling. Something was about to happen, yet I couldn't place what it was.

“But it was your intention to enter my study without my permission.” I tried again. “I just wanted to see the book again. I wanted to understand why I felt something when I touched it.” He raised the whip slightly, but he didn't strike. It was enough to make me freeze. “Your feelings are irrelevant, Jane,” he said, his voice low. “I don't give a damn about what you felt when you touched the book.” Tears burned behind my eyes as I couldn't take it anymore. “You don't give a damn but I do.” I cried. “Yes! I was looking for the book! I don’t know why it felt… familiar. I don't know why I feel like I’ve seen it before. Like it has something to do with me.”

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.

They can’t be. The Deep Stacks section smells wrong. Not like old paper and dust, but something sharper. Ozone. Like the air before a storm. The atmosphere feels heavy, almost alive—as if something is watching me. The hair on my neck rises, and I tell myself it is only the cold from the old air conditioner. Then I notice the ink on the page of the book in my hands. It is moving. Not settling into words, but flowing across the paper like dark liquid. It twists and crawls beneath my fingers. I freeze, staring as the ink slowly rearranges itself into something I cannot understand.

Completely unguarded. And that, more than anything else, unsettled him. Because he could feel it. In his chest. That deadly spark again. He scanned the cover, thumb following the title, then back at her. "Why this one?" "It's a book about sadness," she told him quietly. "But not the kind that cries out. The kind that settles into the space between us." Some dark, wordless flicker showed behind his eyes. He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet.